The first time I met Sarah's s****r, Katrina -- Kat for short, I knew there
was something different about her. For one, I was fascinated with her. She
was petit and slim with long dark hair and legs to die for. I knew that
there was a lot of bad press about her, but I never knew why and I always
thought she was lovely. I would make excuses to go over to Sarah's house,
just to see her and would be so disappointed if I didn't that I almost
cried. Sometimes I tried to imagine what she looked like naked.
During one easter holidays, just after my sixteenth birthday, I called
for Sarah. We had been good friends for a very long time and I knew her
f****y, so I just walked in without knocking. I called, but there was no
reply. I knew that someone was in because the door had been unlocked, so I
made my way up the stairs to Sarah's room. I pushed open her bedroom door,
but there was no sign of her. As I was turning to leave, I noticed that the
door to Kat's room was ajar and I could hear TV playing faintly somewhere,
so I peeked round it.
AT first, I didn't know what I was looking at and it took a while to
fully take in the scene. Kat was kneeling on the bed, staring at the
tv. Her hands were between her legs. Finally I understood. I stood
transfixed. On the TV a woman and a woman were pleasuring each other. I
could hear their groans. I started t feel a funny sensation in my groin.
Absentmindedly, my hand crept down to that spot between my legs. Through
the cloth of my knockers, I located my clitoris and squeezed it between two
fingers. Kat's breathing was heavy and getting heavier. Then she moved over
to the end of the bed. The bed was a double with metal headboard and
foot. There were two blobs on the end of posts at the corners. Kat lifted
herself onto one, flashing me a tantalising glance at the fleshy wetness
between her legs. Her thighs were wet. She heaved herself up and down the
cold metal until she came. I saw her come run down the post. As she
dismounted she turned towards me.
She looked surprised to see me and then she smiled. I wondered why she
wasn't angry and then I realised that she had caught me red-handed, as it
were. She came over to me, took my hand and led me to the bed. Without
saying a word she kissed me full on the lips. She took my hand in hers and
put it on one of her large breasts. Then she unbuttoned my blouse. I was
shy at first, but as she kissed me more, I started to squeeze harder. Then
she stopped kissing me and knelt up in front of me on the bed. She moved
her breast so that it was in front of me and then placed it gently in my
mouth. I could feel her hard nipples against my lips. I began to suck and
squeezed the other breast harder with my hand. I never wanted to stop. It
felt so good. She lent forward slightly and ran her hand up my leg and up
my skirt. She rubbed my throbbing clit through the cloth and then moved my
knickers aside. I was surprised at how easily her fingers slid in and out
of me. I'd never felt anything like it. She knew what felt good.
Eventually, much to my protest, she took her breast from my mouth and
pushed me onto my back, still moving her fingers in and out. My legs were
together leaving a slit of flesh. She ran her tongue up it. I shivered.
Then I opened my legs, welcoming her with my wet, hot cunt. She opened me
wide using both hands and slid her tongue inside me. She moved it about and
finally slid it up to my clitoris. She sucked hard and soft until I came
with a loud cry into her mouth. She sat up and licked her fingers clean.
She grinned at me. I knew it wouldn't be the first time.